Student-Teacher Relations

Chapter 2

Sam zoned out almost immediately after he saw him. He'd never felt this reaction toward anyone before. This buzz ran through his entire body, every part of him which called to attention honed in on the new assistant coach. He couldn't have been older than 25, he had almost golden tanned skin, his hair was a dirty blond and showcased the most beautiful pair of eyes Sam had ever seen. His build was hard, and oh god…broad shoulders, muscles and that mouth! Sam felt himself harden and would have felt humiliated if he wasn't in awe of the man before him. He smiled and Sam almost whimpered.

'Winchester, these are our key players,' coach introduced. 'Anson and Andrew, Thomas, Jacob and Scott,'

Dean nodded his head in greeting.

'And o'course, the team captain, Samuel,' Sam eyes met Dean's and his dick twitched in his pants, which were thankfully loose enough to hide that fact. Dean smiled at him. Sam bit his lip and smiled in return. He felt like the world's most awkward dumbfuck in that moment, knowing how he's denial and straight self image were so totally fucked.

'I'll leave you fellow's to get acquainted, got a ruddy dentist appointment.' The coach waved and left the hall.

'You look pretty young to be a gym teacher.' Anson spoke up.

'Yeah, well I went straight to uni after high school finished. Became a full time uni student and part time student on holidays,'

'You didn't work?' Andy asked.

'Night shifts,'

'Sounds full on,' Sam spoke up.

'Just wanted to get the hell out of there,' Dean nodded.

'And here you are,' Sam stated the totally obvious and felt like kicking his own ass.

'Yeah, here I am,'

There was a silence.

'Okay, before this gets more awkward than it already is, did you guys have any questions or whatever?' Dean asked.

'Yeah, coach said your old team won five championships?' Jake asked.

'Yeah, missed out on number six my last game. Got our asses handed to us by San Antonia, payback was a bitch,' Dean chuckled.

'We hear that,' Tommy spoke up 'Won two years in a row until last year. God damn Dallas high,'

'Yeah, heard you guys had a rival thing going on,' Dean nodded.

'They killed porker,' Sam spoke. Dean looked at him with raised brows.

'Our mascot pig,' Sam clarified and had never before felt like such a fucking idiot.

'Oh, and you all of course being sensible and responsible young men did nothing in retaliation of the murder of poor porker?' Dean asked him. God, was he perfect? Sam groaned on the inside, confident and breezy, completely at ease in a room full of bulked up teenage boys.

'Of course not,' Andy mocked shock.

'Dude we totally spray painted all their fancy ass cars with Dallas Dumbfuckers man.' Anson laughed.

'And you didn't get busted for it?' Dean asked surprised.

'There were accusations,' Jake smirked 'But they lacked the evidentiary support to force any convictions,'

'We learn big words in private pansy school fucked up court,' Anson laughed.

'You went to court?' Dean laughed.

'An old tradition of Maple Bay's, also held at Dallas,' Tommy added.

'Your school has its own court?' Dean asked surprised.

'You were a public school boy weren't you?' Andy asked.

'Is there a way for me to say yes and still avoid the redneck stereotype labelling?' Dean asked.

'Hell no,' Jake scoffed.

'Then no, I was raised and taught by intelligent mutant lizards,' Dean lied.

'Any relation to Godzilla?' Sam asked and flinched.

'Uncle twice removed,' Dean nodded. Suddenly Dean wasn't so much confident and cocky, Sam felt a strong pang of resentment well up inside him. This stupid hot guy was forcing him to face stuff Sam thought he had buried at the bottom of a very deep well and for that Sam really hated him.

'So,' Andy spoke up 'You gotta be pretty smart to get outta uni so fast. You get a 4.0 in high school?'

'Hell no, I was getting straight C's man. Got a basketball scholarship,' Dean clarified.

'But didn't continue playing?' Jake asked.

'Yeah, well I was smart enough to know I was a country lizard boy and not talented enough to head to NBA. So I hit the books,' Dean shrugged.

'Yeah, about that. No offense man, but Maple Bay has a pretty selective process, why would they hire someone just out of uni with no experience?' Jake asked. Sam piped up and crossed his arms, his favoured thinking pose.

'Word of advice, to get far in life, don't bite the hand that feeds you,' Dean shook his head.

'Don't ask don't tell?' Andy offered.

'Exactly,'

'It's just like the coach said,' Sam went along with Dean's charade smirking on the inside 'The old man's well past his years of glory, perhaps Winchester will give us a different more modern perspective. You know, new and improved training schedules,'

'Alright!' Scott shouted 'Dallas is goin' down,'

'Any other questions then or things I should know before next practise?' Dean asked.

The boys all looked to Sam, who was content on glaring at Dean. Sam met the gaze of his team mates and made a decision, he may feel this strong attraction toward this Dean guy but that definitely didn't mean he had to like him. Enough with the gawky teenager shit, time to let the guy know he wasn't gonna fall for his charm like everyone else did, including his already accepting teammates.

'A few,' Sam stepped forward 'Although there's only six of us here everyone on the team gets court time,' Sam instructed.

'Fair enough,'

'We never have less than four practises a week, however times and durations can vary if need be. If someone's sick they stay home no matter what. There are no individuals on the team, there will be no I's or buts spoke at the games and the team always comes first,' Sam listed.

'Yeah dude, bros before hoe's man,' Anson added.

'Anything else?' Dean asked Sam directly.

'Yeah, don't call us by our full names dude it's just lame,' Scott spoke up. Sam gestured to the guys as he spoke out their names.

'Andy and Anson obviously twins-,'

'Or Andy and Handsome, either one is good,' Anson cut in.

'Tommy, Jake, Scott-,'

'Or Retard same thing-,'

'Fuck you Anson.' Scott spat.

'And I'm Sam,'

Dean nodded, 'Alright,'

'Alright,' Sam breathed out.

'Fuck yeah let's book,' Anson stood up and grabbed his bag and his brother as the guys made to leave.

'You coming Sam?' Andy asked. Sam locked eyes with Dean.

'Yeah, with you in a few,'

When the guys all left Dean raised his eyebrows at him once more.

'Something you wanted?'

'The school may have an outstanding record in attendance, academic, cultural and sporting achievement. It may be one of the best in America, but subtle it ain't,' Sam spoke.

'Sorry? I don't follow.'

'One week after a student commits suicide, the first in 17 years and they hire a young gym teacher and Assistant Coach to help with us poor fragile students,' Sam crossed his arms.

'Don't you think the school could use the extra help?' Dean asked.

'You mean you think the students could use the help,' Sam corrected 'Let me guess, introduce new practise methods improving skills and co-ordination and maybe also a weekly session where you go over performance privately with each player, brushing issues such as school, work, friends, girlfriends and just how life is treating them. Maybe chuck in a random "So any suicidal thoughts lately?"'

'You think I'm-,'

'It's smart, hiring someone young, relatable, knowledgeable, fresh from life after high school,' Sam admired.

'Are you threatening me?' Dean asked with a smirk.

Sam mirrored the smirk and picked up his bag.

'Welcome to Maple Bay Coach,' he spoke and turned around and left.